The door slid open with a slight clack, bouncing back and forth slightly as it hit the side. A man walked in, wearing a rather drab jumpsuit. The upper part of the garment was covered by a thin jacket, while his feet were covered by a pair of boots with cloth wrapping up to about hlaf of his shin. A gun was loosely holstered to one side, obviously close to falling apart. The only other ditinguishing deature was his jet black hair, but that wasn't exactly remarkable.
Taking a quick glance around the room, he found a seat, tapping at a slow, measured pace on the wall. It wasn't really loud, but it lingered in the background of the room.
Sufficiently content with his seat, he decided to take another look around the room, this time looking for a bit more detail. One thing he noticed was a smattering of blood stains. In fact, there were a few by his feet. Small, but, all the same, a momentary flash of concern danced about his eyes, before quickly disappearing. "Buy the ticket, take the ride" he thought.
The next thing he noticed was a guard. A single one, but...damn, he was a sight. Burly, to say the least, with a rifle slung across his back and resting in his grip. Now THAT made him shudder a bit. He'd heard rumors of the marine force they kept onboard here, but it was a whole other thing to see them in flesh and bone. Well...what he hoped was flesh and bone.
Feeling there was no place else to look, he took out his gun, looking at a small cracked screen on the side. "0", it's flickering display showed. Good, then. It wouldn't shoot his damn foot again, like it'd done at that last Freeport. He wasn't looking forward to having another month in a hospital bed.
Noticing that the guard was eyeing him, and his grip had tightened slightly around the rifle, he flicked a switch on the gun, ejecting a long-cold discharge piling, and shutting the gun down. He pocketed the piling, and set the gun down on a table. The guard still eyed him, but the man noticed his grip on the gun wasn't quite as tight.
After looking around a bit more, he leaned back slightly, and just stared straight ahead. The only sense was to wait his turn. Not much else he could do.